Throwback Thursday

I’ve been trying to think of something to write about today. But then it happened. My son came over to mow and do some much needed yard work because Goddess knows I am unable to do it and Dad shouldn’t be out in the heat.

When my favorite son was finished he was famished and I just happened to have made some homemade burritos the day before. (The last time I called him my favorite son, I was reamed a new one for playing favorites! Hello, he is my ONLY son!) While he ate I got to thinking about him as a kid, growing up and becoming a man.

He wouldn’t like his photos being seen by everyone so I decided to just share one of my chubby little one year old boy literally shoved in that little tub, and one of the two of us at his graduation!

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Of course, he’s in his 30’s now, married to a lovely young lady and they have a little boy together. I’m very proud to be his mom. He just about gave me a few heart attacks growing up, but that’s normal, right?

Dad’s 59th Father’s Day

I wasn’t posting regularly in June, so I missed sharing this with you.

My Dad celebrated his 59th Father’s Day this year! I wanted to do something special; something that would represent our relationship and I think I nailed it! My cousin had sent me this old photo months ago. You can see Dad and I are both laughing/smiling and that pretty much sums up my relationship with him. We have been making each other laugh for 59 years! Dad was 25 years old in this photo and obviously, I was just a wee baby.

I have a Facebook friend who is an artist/photographer and I have seen some of her work because she shares on Facebook. She does amazing work! I decided to contact her to see if she could draw the above photo before Father’s Day and she said she could. I was thrilled!

When she finished, seeing it brought tears to my eyes. It was absolutely perfect! Take a look for yourself! She does amazing work and if you’d like to have something special drawn, look her up on Facebook. Her name is Katarzyna Cepek. You can see some of her other work there, too.

I put the drawing in an 8×10 frame and wrapped it with a pretty bow, I could barely wait to give it to him! As soon as Dad was up that morning, I gave it to him. Now, Dad is not one to show emotion so his reaction was less than my teary-eyed red face, but he definitely thought it was nicely done and he hung it up on the wall right away.

I will definitely want more drawings! In fact, Dad and I were talking just last week about getting a set of drawings of older photos that we can display on our ugly walls. And trust me, our walls are ugly!

Big Boxes

When I was a little girl my first grade teacher had a wonderful idea. She just happened to have a big refrigerator box that she made into a little “house” for her students when they were good. She flipped that box upside down, placed it over a vacant school desk, and cut a door and window in it. The outside was painted with flowers and smiley faces and such things. I was always good but somehow I never got my turn.

I dreamed that some day I would have a humongous box, that would sit in my front yard. I would live in that box, and I would invite all the children in the neighborhood to come visit. I would be the most popular girl in school! That box would have a front door and a back door, with several windows. I don’t know what I thought would come in that big of a box but I was sure my parents would buy whatever it was just so I could live in it! I sure had a wild imagination but didn’t we all?

I was trying to find a photo of something similar to what my 1st grade teacher did but holy crayoli, look at the ideas I found! I made a Pinterest Board of Refrigerator Box Playhouse ideas just so I could share with you! These boxes are more elaborate than anything we had in the 1st grade and definitely more than my little girl self ever imagined! Check them out! Maybe you can create something for your toddlers or your young school age child for quiet study! Have fun!

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I’m Back…I Think!

It’s been a long break but I’m back. I decided that I have to force myself to get back on the proverbial horse or I never will. It’s been a rough couple of months and I’ve been physically exhausted and mentally drained. I will it to end, NOW!

It goes without saying (I think) that the current political situation is part of my exhaustion. I never dreamed in a million years that the country I love and grew up in would be in such a sad state. Between the Covid-19 virus and variants being made into political issues (which they are NOT) and the lunacy within the Republican party, my head is spinning. I just want to scream, “Stop the Q-Anon-Sense already!”…and that is another post entirely.

In May I started my weekly lymphedema therapy. It has worked wonders on my poor legs! I must use compression garments or wrap with bandages to keep the swelling under control but after my very last appointment, I think it’ll be fine. I will definitely miss that slow and gentle massage! Next step: Finding a surgeon who will do knee replacements on me without fat-shaming or telling me that I’m too young. I’ve wasted over 10 years of my life trying to get help. I had given up after having the rug pulled out from under me so many times. I’m going to turn into The Wicked Witch of the West and let them know I’m done with their bullshit. With the help of my NP, I have a new found sense of hope.

In June, we got a visit from my daughter, and my 2 sisters. I not only got to meet my future son-in-law, but I also got to meet my baby granddaughter, both for the very first time. My grandson has grown so much since I saw him last. My son and his wife and son stopped in of course, and oh, what a blast it was having us all together again! I was exhausted afterward…actually I was exhausted before they got here because I spent the previous 2 months getting the house in order! Goddess knows, I can’t do a lot at once so it took me a very long time. Ugh.

2 days before that visit, my Dad fell. He had bent over to pick up a piece of fuzz or something off of the floor, lost his balance and down he went. He landed on his nose and sprained his arm. Blood poured from a big gash down the center of his nose and dripping from inside. I don’t know which was bleeding the most! It was hell trying to get him up off the floor and getting the bleeding to stop. He refused to go to the ER and when I pressed the issue he got pissed, so I dropped it. After a week or so the scab on his nose was drying up nicely, and now the scab is gone completely. His arm is still a bit weak at times but it’ll be back to normal soon. Needless to say, I am very concerned about him and his slow decline. He’s 84 and it’s starting to show.

Earlier this month I had to say goodbye to my last elderly cat, Kitty. Miss Kitty turned 15 in May and was seemingly fine and then just a week later she was showing signs of kidney disease. I did not expect her to decline as quickly as she did because my other 4 senior cats went months with kidney disease before we had to say goodbye. So, 2 weeks after her 15th birthday, we had to take her to the vet and say goodbye. I didn’t want her to suffer anymore. It’s always a sad thing to lose a pet and I’m so glad my furbabies live such long lives but that damn kidney disease gets them every time.

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I’m going to be getting back to my writing. The thing is I have too many writing projects that need my attention! I have this blog, “The Ex-Files” for my kids, my cookbook, and my short story, “Spike,” all going at once! What’s a girl to do? Advice, anyone?

Well, let’s have a good week, shall we?

Until next time,

Aunt Debbie

Exclusion

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My thoughts this morning as I came across the above quote:

Exclude me if you don’t like that I am in support of LGBTQ+ rights, the BLM movement, voter’s rights, science, and common sense gun control.

Exclude me if you don’t like that I do not believe your ridiculous conspiracy theories or follow your asinine fake leader.

The world has gone mad and I’d just rather be excluded from the bullshit and misinformation/disinformation. Will things ever be normal again?

Aunt Debbie